Remy's Lust ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Human Artist To begin: Thanks to my new readers. And to Ms. Pea who linked me and Cowgirl I believe, thank you ever so much. I am so glad that a few people will be reading me. Second, I got my email worked out. Its remingtonsplaceATgmailDOTcom. I’ll change the link over there too. Finally if anyone has an idea how to make those comments entry specific, please let me know. I’m lost. I’ll even give you a private present if it works out well. _________________________________ Sex and Love are two different things. Yes, I believe they can exist together, and maybe I am a little bitter about love, but here is what I think. I think Love is selfish. I think love often times are people crying because they are getting enough attention from someone they expect to get attention from. I think love would be a lot better if the two people were more worried about their partner before themselves. I’ve seen people in love, and its wonderful, but does it last? I’ve thought I’ve been in love … but it hasn’t worked out for me yet. Either I’m too selfish, or I just don’t understand love yet. Sex is different. To be a good lover, there is only one simple rule. Don’t try to get yourself off. Try to get your partner off. Every good experience I’ve had has mostly been the indulgence of her. The goal of my sexual encounter is for her to feel all of my attention and all of my lust directed to making her cum. Maybe the reason that this works for me is because nothing gets me off like getting a girl off. Which is why I think I’ll enjoy writing this diary. Every bad experience I’ve had with sex, has been with someone really selfish, or if I am really selfish. Now there is a time when the girl WANTS you to be very selfish. That’s the point of total submission. Is there anything sexier than a girl who wants to be whatever you want? Nothing makes her feel sexier than to be the living fulfillment of your fantasy and she’s willing to do whatever your imagination can cook up? I’ve always got a few fantasies stored up for just that encounter. Usually there are rules and guidelines and things that each one is comfortable with, but every now and then I get a girl who doesn’t have boundaries and wants me to use her as a blank sexual canvas for my erotic creativity. If there were a way for a man to be paid to be a sexual artist that is something I would dream of doing. If I were going to “paint” a girl, I think it would start with a dinner date. It would be some place fancy. Back in high school and college, I loved the dances when the girls would put on dresses and put their hair up, and just make themselves even more beautiful than normal. At dinner, there is nothing better than having a girl sitting across from you with her hair up, showing off her neck, and her sparkling earrings that I know she spent 15 minutes picking out so they’d match her necklaces and bracelet. I’d watch the girl and see if she squirmed or was comfortable. I’d ask her piercing questions about her life, her family, her desires, her job, people she’s attracted to, people she’s not attracted to. I’d want to be so good that after fifteen minutes I’d know if she wanted to have me in her while a blonde girl or brunette girl was licking her breasts. But at the end. I would give her my finger and ask her to bite it. Ms. Turner asked me a question about who is in control during the blowjob? You for pushing your cock into her throat or her for having your man-unit in her pearly white bear trap. I know long before my penis passes a girls lips who will be in control. The control comes even before the first time you take her and push her against the wall grabbing her chin as you give her a hard kiss. The control comes out in the conversation before the clothes come off. The control comes when I tell her to bite my finger. Because you can tell what a girl wants when you ask her to do that. How hard does she go? Does she want it light? Does she want to taste your blood? Does she swirl her tongue around it instead of biting it? How deep on the finger? How long is it in there? Does she make noises? Does she close her eyes? Do you have to bring the hand to her, or does she grab your finger and put it in her mouth? Bite my finger, and you’ll tell me how you want to be fucked without saying a word. 10:09 a.m. - 2005-11-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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